pearances, as sure as you live! Now, I'm going to keep a watch on that shop, night and day, till you get back—and there'll be something to tell."
"What makes you think so?" I asked, his manner was so solemn.
Higham leaned nearer, and said in a low voice:
"Hawksley's well off. His father left him plenty to live on. He hasn't taken in a dollar a week, sometimes, these ten years. Then why does he pretend to keep a shop? I'll tell you. He's experimenting! Sure's you're born, he's experimenting, and he must have something living and moving and breathing to try his devilish tricks upon. That's what I think! At first, cats and dogs and birds would do. Now he wants humans—humans! He's got your father and—mark me—he'll want more! And he'll get 'em!"
I thought it over a minute, and then I said:
"Nonsense! If what you hint is true, there would be some trace of it—and there wasn't one. However, if you'll watch the place, I'll be glad, and bear the expense."
Then the clipper slipped her moorings, and the round voyage took us seventy-five days.
So it was into October before I went ashore in Salem again, and bore away for the chandler's shop. Higham seemed to be expecting me, and was all excitement.
"What did I tell you before you sailed?" he stuttered, the moment we were alone.
I answered his question by another equally eager one:
"Has there been another disappearance?"
Another!" he cried. "Not only another, but four! Think of it, Burke Simpson, five altogether, counting your father. Three last week, and one only last night!"
I was too amazed to speak.
"Let me tell you the whole story," he said. "That place has been watched every minute since you left port, over two months ago, and last night two constables watched with me, and they're convinced at last. The old devil kept quiet as a mouse until last week—probably suspecting that he was watched. But he yielded to temptation at last. Wednesday afternoon a nigger—looked
